There was rain, thunder, and lightning when I got to Ryan’s apartment. Even though I had an umbrella, I was still wet from the two-block walk from the L station. He opened the door, wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of black boxer briefs. His brown hair looked damp, like he’d just gotten out of the shower and his blue eyes looked tired.
“You’re wet, Dr. Pepper,” he said after closing the door behind me.
“It’s raining, Mr. Meade.”
He smiled and took my dripping umbrella before tossing it aside and asking if he could get me anything.
“No,” I said, pulling him to me. “The only thing I want is you.”
He laughed and kissed me before leading me to his bedroom. While we got undressed, I checked out his room. I was glad to see it was actually clean. I expected to find dirty clothes strewn acr
